Ancient Lake

Resting by the lake  
abating hibiscus tisane.
My breath and steam
resist gravity
in a recital of swirl’s and eddies.

The glow of the Moon
cascaded down
through cosmic rivers,
is stroked across a turning Earth.
Seemingly trapped,
the light dances on the surface.

The communion of moon and water,
is a story unknown.
Infinite rippling patterns,
Flicker in slithering ribbons.
A tale of breaking free,
and rescinding again.

What must it take
to resolve the refraction of the moon?
To make it whole again,
and hear the entirety
of the ancient melody.

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